You and I coexist
to keep on intertwining
'til we both get lost,
separated by roads
that we never even
dared taking right
through it's end, instead
we just stare at each
other and wait for
the world to end
while all I want is
a company that you
so deprive me of
having, now who's
the pessimistic one,
since all you desire
is get past your demons
whilst forgetting
that I am your
battle-weary knight
but you keep
on settling with
temporary squires
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
